Once Althea had made up her mind to say something she was going to say it. She was ferociously frightening that way much like her mother. He tried channeling his father and failed immediately. Declan grabbed a dinner roll inside and shoved half of it in his mouth.

"Let's go, girl!" he said through squished bread, trying not to spit it out. "I bet he's at the library right now." Declan wrapped one arm around his sister's waist and used his free hand to hold her arm gently and steered her--quickly, sped-walk even--towards the Great Hall door and out into the corridor.